Literotic asexstories – My Secret by merrilylirrem,merrilylirrem My Secret
Oh do I have a secret. I mean we all have secrets, right? That’s nothing new. But mine? Mine is a doozie. It’s a secret so scandalous it will make your head spin. My secret will blow the doors off your generic two-story cape cod in the suburbs. My secret will make your jaw drop. Are you ready for it? Do you want to hear my secret? Will you promise not too tell?I can’t just tell everybody this secret of mine because then it would no longer be a secret. I can’t tell just anyone this secret. I only want to tell it to you.
Before I tell you my secret, I think we should get to know one another a little bit. I don’t like telling secrets to a stranger. My secret doesn’t define me. It doesn’t consume me. I have a relatively normal life in the suburbs of Washington DC. I’m 26 years old and in the past few years I’ve adulted more than I’ve ever adulted before. I met a guy. We got married. Then there was the dog. And of course the new house. He’s nearly 20 years my senior, but I’ve always preferred dating older men. Some call it daddy issues. I call it wanting to go out on Saturday nights to plays and fancy restaurants and not hanging out in your best friends basement smoking weed and drinking Bud Light. It’s the culture for me. At least that’s how I justify it.
My husband and I have a great sex life. We are super kinky. He’s rough when he needs to be rough, and I reward him in nearly every way possible. Threesomes with my bestie? No problem. Yes I’ll wear that. Yes I’ll do that. Fuck my ass spit on me and call me a whore. On a Tuesday night. Sorry I’m getting carried away.
On the surface you’d think I have a pretty normal life. Yea, I’m kinkier than most, but everything else is a neat little slice of Americana. With whipped cream on the side.
But anyway, back to the secret. My secret is that I have sex with my mom. Yea. My real mom. There. I said it. We have sex a lot.
Whenever I tell people my secret they always ask the same question. How did it start? I always hate that question because I don’t really know how it started. It didn’t start with some great cosmic event. No, there wasn’t some incestuous big bang. For most of my life my mom and I never really got along. My dad was the one who stoked my intellectual passions. History. Poetry. Museums. It was dad whom I opened my soul to. Mom was kind of just there. In the background. Usually drinking wine.
Girls always have stressful relationships with their moms. My mom is a beautiful woman. She has the definition of a womanly figure. A perfect waist to hip ratio and a marvelous pair of surgically enhanced breast’s that were quite popular with the local boys I went to school with. I loved my mom, but she could never replace my dad. He was my rock.
And then I got the phone call. I was 20 and in college and I had no idea what was about to hit me. My dad was dead. Only 52 years old. I was heartbroken. I was numb. I felt so alone and probably always will. But time has a way of healing all wounds. Life has to go on.
After my mom finished grieving I wanted to make it a point to really improve our relationship. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to be there for her. She was still so young and she deserved a shot at a second life. That’s why I suggested her and I go out one night and let off some steam and flirt with hot guys. She happily agreed.
I had never really been out with my mom in an environment like this. We both were wearing 4 inch heels and mini dresses. We were clearly ready for attention.
It was so amazing to see my mom happy again. She drank. She danced. She even ended up getting a guy’s phone number. She was drunk. I was drunk. We both decided we’d better get home.
Now I know what you’re thinking. Drunk mom and daughter start fooling around after a night out. It sounds like a bad porn plot. And it is. Nothing happened between us that night. There was no amazing sex scene. But it was the start of her and I becoming closer than we ever had before. Before I knew it, mom and I were hanging out and going out and partying together every weekend.
On one particular drunken evening, mom and I stumbled back home and she blurted out, “God I need some dick. I haven’t had any since…,”
Her voice trailed off.
Since dad died. My poor mom.
Then I don’t know what possessed me but I just had one thought and one thought only. I smiled and said, “Well I’ve got a dildo in my drawer. It’s close enough right?”
Mom followed me to my room.
So I guess this is how it started. But really it started long before. You follow? Anyway. Back to the action.
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I opened the drawer to my nightstand and pulled out the dildo but mom had already flopped onto the bed, drunkenly throwing her legs in the air. I could tell she was wearing a sexy red thong. My mind went into primal mode and I jumped right next to her on the bed. We kissed. We made out. She kissed me like a woman who knew what she was doing. In this moment she wasn’t my mom.
Next thing I know my mom is unzipping my skirt and taking off my top. She takes a step back and strips down to just her bra and thong. We both take a moment to admire each other’s bodies. Even in her 40’s, mom can still turn heads. She is absolutely beautiful and my sole purpose that evening was to make sure she had the best orgasm ever. And I think she did. I know I did. I’ve never came any harder than the first time my mom ate me out.
So that’s my secret. Of course it doesn’t stop there. We kept going. We still haven’t stopped. I’m going to have sex with my mom on Christmas eve. And my husband is going to join. But I’ll get to all that eventually. Now I just want you to enter my mind.
Mmmm. Oh fuck. Yes mommy yes. God yes. Eat my fucking pussy mommy. Holy shit. Mmmm. Mmm. Make me cum mommy. Yes. Fuck. Ohhhhhh yes mommy. Eat my pussy mommy. I wanna cum so badly for you. Mmmmn. Fuck mommy I’m gonna cum. Yessssssss!!!!
Best orgasm ever. Until we meet again 🥰
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